Two weekends of bonding and pure, unadulterated relaxation as well as enjoyment squeezed into one entry:

2nd July 2005 (Clockwise from top right): Azizah, Agust, Asyraf and Irdawathy.

More here and here.

9th July 2005 (Clockwise from top right): Mama, lunch and Irdawathy.

More here.

More bombings, more attacks linked to terrorism.

Is there anywhere that is safe anymore?

I love my father. I love him so much that I know a part of me will die if he were ever to leave us.

Stop smoking, Daddy.

Lunch was a wonderfully bloated experience with my colleague at a vegetarian charity restaurant located in Excelsior Hotel, courtesy of my former superior. Said colleague and I then digested our excessive remains the old-fashioned way - exercising. In the form of walking up 22 storeys, no less.

Thank you, Mrs N. Lunch was a truly enjoyable one for a food junkie such as I.

The weekend promises to be the perfect antidote for a social life that has come to a standstill. I like! But I shall not place my hopes too high or elaborate further because doing so (almost) always jinxes everything.